Cassandra's POV

I woke up to something softly touching my head and comforting me. I slowly opened my eyes. I stayed for a few moments trying to remember everything that happened yesterday.

I felt that there was a hand still touching my hair, so I calmly raised my head and looked at who was doing this. My eyes met his eyes. I kept looking at him for a few seconds before he spoke.

"You have a unique way of sleeping, Cassandra," said Wilson, "Look at the way I sleep."

What an embarrassment, damn it. I removed my hands and feet from above him to try to escape, but he pulled...